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[Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane]

A Living Heart Attack Loose in the Dark . Scarecrow made quick work of basically filleting the lock from the door an giving himself and his crow full access to the universities science department. Once the night was dispatched there should be not a single problem retrieving the small list of supplies that was needed to complete a new batch of toxin. Supplies at the time were running low since the invasion of privacy at the asylum. If all went well there should be enough toxin for at least two large scale plans. Jonathan Let his feet take him to where, if his memory served and nothing had been moved, was the chemistry wing. Thankfully there was no sign of a guard on then end yet. He Adjusted the sling back he was carrying for supplies as he paused for a moment. He Looked over his shoulder at the nothingness behind him though the stitched face of the burlap mask and continued towards the storage rooms. After a Few more moments of silent movement from the both of them the particular door in the particular hall was located. All he had to do now was disengage the lock and keep a look out for the so called night guard that was just about as reliable as a blind dog at guarding the a chicken coop. It was nothing for him to make short work of the the lock and the door swung open. Scarecrow quickly slipped into the room, Scanning the Shelves in the Dark light, Grabbing what he needed and tucking it away in the padded bag. Various other's caught his attention should any one try and stop him. He snatched a Jar of white phosphorous, which would ignite and emit toxic fumes when exposed to oxygen. With his free hand he moved several neurotoxins to the bag; ethanol, methanol, mercury, and carbon disulfide. No doubt it would come in hand at some point in time. Scarecrow Paused for a moment at a voice, He slid the sling back bag on floor silently. "I am terribly sorry to inform you but I am not intimidated by disembodied voices, besides the bat does that enough. Try again when you get a new tactic will you? " He Spoke in a harsh whisper, drumming his gloved hand across the top of the fragile jar of the extremely flammable substance. It would surely illuminate the hall an choke who ever was in the hall. However Crane hesitated on launching his make shift grenade. Curiosity got the better of him. He wished to see who exactly decided it would be a good idea to speak up in the dark. . Its all or nothing Its Written in blood.

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The night was young, along with a waxing crescent moon that emitted a small amount of light. Bruce Banner was up late, attempting yet another experiment on controlling the beast within him. There was a missing ingredient, he'd missed the last time whilst conducting it on the Hellicarrier. None of the Universities located in New York City held the special ingredient he'd been needing to synthesize the dosage. He only hoped Gotham University would've carried it, knowing very well they had an outstanding Chemistry Department. Bruce would've never been seen in the city of Gotham at night, unless it was very important. He believed the city was very dangerous, and wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. Still not hearing about the AWOL Batman, Gotham was becoming more dangerous by the day.

As Bruce walked up to the University's main doors, he grabbed a hold of the handle. Before he could pull his locksmith kit from his pocket, he noticed that the door unlocked, causing him to reveal a confused look. He knew the University would've been locked down like a prison, so what were the doors doing unlocked? He quickly let himself into the dark building, and ran towards the map located at the entrance. Bruce scanned the map with his index finger, and finally spotted the Chemistry Wing which was only two halls down. He revealed a small smirk, and headed that way moving acorss the walls just in case a guard would've been on the other side. As he made his way upon the path of the Chemistry wing, he attempted clutching each and ever knob. He knew there had to have been a clumsy professor that forgot to lock his door. Bruce didn't want to make too much noise, attempting to pick the lock knowing there were guards on duty.

Bruce came to one of the doors, and noticed that it was unlocked. He revealed a thankful sigh, and let himself into the doorway closing it up slowly and silently behind him. He quickly spotted what seemed to be a hooded man, digging through the classroom pantry. Thankfully it wasn't a guard, but hopefully it wasn't a teacher as well. He watched for a good second as he noticed every single chemical the man was throwing into a bag. This had to have been a Meth cook, just by eyeing what chemicals he was stealing. "White Phosphorus will kill your customers, I recommend the red" he spoke calmly as he adjusted his eye glasses hoping the person before him, wouldn't do anything rash.

[Dinah "Black Canary" Lance]

The Black Canary was perched upon her motorcycle-rather she was laid out upon it. Her body grooved against it's seat and metallic body, her legs crossed and leaning against the handle bars. She kicked them silently to a beat unheard, her teeth smashed the grape flavored gum and blew bubbles every other minute. It was a slower night... It was a very slow night. She scanned the surrounding area with her binoculars that was custom made by her dear old friend and fellow Justice League alum, Batman. She was able to zoom in as well as opting for night vision. Perhaps she had allowed the down time to distract her given the fleeting zoom ins on the one chiseled twenty something in the gym of some set of apartments.

Dinah pushed the thought of peeping Tom from her title. It was a public place with open blinds and lights. The blonde vixen was just admiring the beauty that was the human body. Duh, nothing weird or wrong about that! But she did tear herself away of the muscled man she would scan the streets. And she came upon the door of the university shutting. This area was a nightly patrol for the Bird and knew no one came around at this time of night. Bingo. Dinah smirked as she raised up from her resting and placed the item upon the bike. She was in the shaded seclusion of an alley whose light just happens to be destroyed every time they fix it. It was prime location for her to see a lot; besides the rooftops were Batman's thing.

Black Canary moved quickly, the time of night and the lack of people out allowed that extra sneak. Obviously the person breaking and entering thought the same. She came to the door, still unlocked from earlier and cautiously entered the building. Perhaps the window would have been better, more... Ninja. The florist was arguably one of the best fighters in the world, no style intimidated her and the various ones she already had acquired... Well dancing was like fighting and she knew all the moves.

Her brows were knitted behind her black domino mask, her identity still remained a secret. Though her wardrobe revealed so much more. She held curves in all the right places, ample breasts and a curvy backside. Black Canary used every asset to her advantage, she knew how to distract or play the scantly clad damsel who comes back to deliver the knock out at the opportune moment. The fishnets and that black jacket was indeed her trademark. The boots and the gloves just finished the whole package. Such a sight for sore eyes that held the secret metagene within her vocal cords.

She squinted her eyes as she found te intruder. The Scarecrow. Such a beast whose weapon was that of fear. Dinah had lived through her fears in the fight with Green Arrow at her side all those years ago. The one that left her without her Canary Cry and without the ability to have children. Though through a whirlwind romance with Ra's, she was fully restored after a dip within the Lazarus Pit; her ability to reproduce restored but unknown. What did she fear now? Her parents were dead, unfairly but deceased. She has written Oliver Queen off after his betrayal with her assistant in Seattle. Hmm. His voice broke the silence and made Black Canary smile as she crossed her arms over her chest, her weight shifted to her right leg as her hip jutted out. Though another voice came out of the darkness and Dinah elected to remain in the shadows for a moment longer.

"I think that's the least of his worries," She spoke as she walked forward to reveal herself but remained a nice distance away from Crane. She was able to look upon the other man. Due to the League's survaliance of the new worlds heroes Dinah already knew of this Banner and was able to witness firsthand what happened when he changed. It was Joker who pumped him full of something and set him loose on New York. "Dr. Banner, I suggest you put major space between yourself and Scarecrow. I can handle it from here." She spoke wanting this to remain calm atmosphere and her glance to Jonathan was one that pleaded for him to not try anything on Bruce, she'd willingly switch if it meant keeping that giant green Hulk from destroying Gotham.

[Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane]

[atrb=border,0,true] A Living Heart Attack Loose in the Dark . He had heard the person coming and had every bit ready to defend himself. Yet there was not an ounce of adrenaline in his system. No fear, No excitement, nothing just pure tactical genius. The Scarecrow turned to the man to reveal not the face of a person he was probably expecting but one of stitching, burlap and wicked empty eye sockets. What a fool. He had just offered himself up as Crane's next play thing for the time being. However, It seemed the game suddenly became interesting. Though He did not know this man, however the woman behind him he knew well of. Black Canary, If memory served he would need to get close enough to deliver a blow to her throat to give himself ample time to escape her grasp. Though fighting was not his forte it did not mean the spindly man could not. In fact he used those long limbs to his advantage, speed was his element, with enough of it. A well placed quick kick to any joint gave him an upper hand. Though it was a far cry from his ace in the hole, sorta speak. Crane could not believe a simple supply run would cause a need to well try an gauge what ever reaction worry would cause. The straw man lowered his arm for a moment holding the jar before he began to simply toss it lightly into the air. He assumed neither of them were stupid enough to try anything with it. If they knew its contents. Her Look of caution was duly noted, he'd not strike or run just yet. The twisted individual laughed for a moment, it was a sound not birthed from sanity. "I see you are smart enough to keep your Distance, Pretty bird. If the flames don't lick you the fumes will gag you should I so much as drop this container, and Something tells me you don't want to play the odds tonight." Oh he would have his game. Crane would leave with what he needed one way or another. He knew that he could easily smash the jar and exit via one of the windows in the class room and sprint to the safety back up provided. Though that was one person they would not expect him to be teamed up with. "Let me walk free, I get what I want, you get to save the man and both of you keep your sanity" His voice was calm, almost to the point it was patronizing. "However, take to long deciding and I will choose for you, Or my friend will know something came up and I assure you, you would rather let me walk away. " . Its all or nothing Its Written in blood.

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Bruce knew the effects of white phosphorus when exposed to the air. He was very cautious, not wanting any trouble with the man before him. The allotrope rested peacefully in the jar, causing Bruce to eye the jar with caution. Before he could say no more, a woman had appeared from the shadows, telling the doctor to keep his distance. Bruce had no clue who the woman was, but if she said to keep his distance then so be it. The doctor's eyes widened with shock, as he carefully backed away with his hands up. The man turned around revealing his features, causing Bruce's mouth to go slightly agape. This was definitely not a meth cook, but what appeared to be one of Gotham's criminals. Bruce had no clue as to who the hell this being was, but he knew this wasn't the infamous Joker.

Bruce continued to keep his distance, with his hands raised. The WP was enough to cause havoc, but there was no telling as to what other dangerous chemicals he had in the bag. If the bag carried contents for an explosive device, then this person needed to be stopped. Bruce's heart rate increased a bpm, each time the imposter tossed the jar in the air. His eyes never left the jar, even when it was by his side. The threats began to fill the room, causing Bruce to fight back the fear and rage. The last time the Hulk destroyed a university, he was pursued heavily by the federal agents. He knew if he turned now, that SHIELD wouldn't have been able to save him anymore. Bruce lowered his right hand and placed it over his rapidly beating heart. He wasn't wearing his heart rate watch, so the transformation would've come at any time. "You're.... You're not gonna get away with this.... Not while I'm around" he spoke panting very heavily. If this man were smart, he would quickly take off.

[Dinah "Black Canary" Lance]

DINAH LANCE BLACK CANARY

Dinah hadn't a clue what was inside of that jar to be honest. While she was intelligent, the whole chemistry thing was lost on her. She didn't need to know formulas for an ass kicking, she had her fists and feet. But generally when a villain decided to threaten her or anyone else, Black Canary took it seriously. She wasn't sure if she believed he would drop the container. It meant Jonathan, too, would be destroyed in the aftermath of the destroyed glass. A miserable existence ended was an end and she didn't think Scarecrow was ready to go out like that. But then again desperate men, desperate measures.

She narrowed her eyes slightly at his taunting compliment, her head canting to the right. She let out a laugh as she waved a hand. "Oh please, Crane, you don't have friends." Black Canary taunted with a shake of her head.

Though she may have joked she knew this was no laughing matter. Her eyes kept drifting back to Banner in hopes that he'd remain calm. She had ran into him once before and witnessed first hand how unstoppable he was in his green state. Though her Canary Cry had an affect, she didn't want to have to use it. This could be a simple situation easily extinguished. She reached out and touched Bruce's shoulder and took a step back. A glance thrown to Crane then back to the doctor.

"It's alright, just stay calm," She spoke gently with a soft smile to neutralize this. Though right now she wished she could deliver a swift punch to Crane's throat. He must know in some way something terrible laid in slumber with the man. Dinah's very demeanor spoke of a desperate end. "Funny thing about Gotham is that our villains try over and over to do bad but they all end up locked in Arkham," She glared to Scarecrow. "Let him walk, he'll be in the Asylum by the end of the week." She boldly threatened. Promised.

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[Bane]

There was something about heroes, something about the way they would enter a scene - the cape would catch the wind, the coattails would fly, and they would always show the keenest sense of courage, standing up to any threat, no matter what the threat. Yet, no matter the experience, no matter the ability, they would always overlook the missing common factors. They would run into a possible scene, despite the complete lack of guards and resistance, yet fail to spot that. They wouldn't question it - their minds were too preoccupied, and in the end, their obsession would cost them.

Not his mind. Before the defences were set up, he had every plan, every possibility entirely plotted out - to know every room, corridor, door hallway like they were his own blueprints; he knew every door in, every window out, every possible way he might manage to escape or enter. But, the heroes didn't. Instead of trying to hold them back from getting in, he had concluded it as a futile effort. With so many routes, one could always slip past - so instead he let them in, let them reach that last room, where they couldn't simply take a turn.

Now they thought they had every advantage, as they stood distracted by the Scarecrow - they left themselves exposed, and just when they thought they were the muscle, they would learn they were the nerve. He was the hot poker, ready to press so firmly, carelessly against them - and yet with malicious, glaring precision. They hadn't heard his heavy steps as he walked toward the voices, they hadn't even noticed as he stood behind them, watching, listening. If it weren't for the mask, they might have seen a smirk. But that was meaningless for now. They were trapped.

"It's a shame you might think that, Miss Lance. Perhaps you will think less of me by learning of the company I keep. It would be most wise to let Dr Crane go - to become a mindless monster, letting your rage guide and consume you in such a close environment, would surely be your undoing. Look around you, Banner - this place was made to be something you hold so dearly; a facility of science. Do you wish to ruin that, and tarnish your name, and Miss Lance's, all for a jar? And Dinah, I would hate to hurt you, my dear.

With her, his words were softer - his determination and focus never flickering, but a sense of true caring. While, true, he may have been capable of great acts of terrible nature, he himself was human. He had caring, and compassion, emotions he could feel; but he was not in the business of letting them undo his efforts. And this, was most certainly business. Stepping closer to the group, he held his jacket by the collar, looking around each member, gathered here today in the word of Crane's hard work.

"But I will not hesitate to do what I must."

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[Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane]

[atrb=border,0,true] A Living Heart Attack Loose in the Dark . Crane reveled in every delicious moment of fear and apprehension the so called doctor supplied. The Scarecrow continued to lob the jar in his hand. It would not cause quite so much damage as the man thought, just fire in a jar. Ironic if one thought about it. Scarecrow, fire. Though Crane held no fear. Of the fire, of Canary. Of anything really. There was nothing anymore. Oh how sorely mistaken Banner was. Crane was far worse then a simple explosives maker. No, his tortures were of the mind, and would last lifetimes. People lived from his attacked, they walked away. Years later they would remember the sheer terror of his grim visage until their last breath left their miserable frail body. Crane Laughed at Banner's sentimentality. "You are not one to speak circumstances" He rolled the jar across the top of his right hand and up his arm before lobbing it into the air with the crook of his elbow, only to catch it with his left as it sailed through the air. Crane even saw fit to smirk under his mask. Of course he did not have friends. He was not one to keep company. Business partners, yes, friends, no. "Of course you could strike me down right now, but you don't know what is in this little jar I have in my hand. It could be simply nothing, or it could be something far more devastating." He spoke as he leaned his head forward for a moment, pulling the ghoulish burlap mask from his face. Carefully keeping the jar in motion the entire time. It rolled easily over his fingers as he waved his hand, sending the jar from side to side. He cared not for his identity, people already knew who he was, what he had done, what he was capable of. Crane said nothing, but merely nodded his head up towards the massive wall of meat and brains standing behind them before Bane made himself know. The maskless scarecrow smirked devilishly while the masked man spoke. . Its all or nothing Its Written in blood.

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Bruce continued pacing his breathing, hoping he could calm himself down. The maniac holding the jar continued throwing it in the air like a basketball, continuing to cause fear and caution. Bruce knew that it was only a matter of time, before the wacko flipped. He placed his hand over his heart, feeling the accelerated thumping. The radioactive blood cells were starting to implode within his body, but before the Hulk could take over, Dinah reassured him with a beautiful smile. Bruce’s heart rate lost a few beats, making him very thankful for her actions. He wasn’t out of the danger zone yet, but hopefully Crane would’ve taken the supplies he needed and fled without any retaliation. Dinah’s voice was like a piercing of light that interrupted the darkness, making him very happy that she was here. Bruce knew he wouldn’t have lasted this long, if it wasn’t for her being present. Gotham City authorities would’ve done everything they could to pursue the Hulk, which wasn’t something he needed right now.

From out of nowhere another voice clouded the light, causing Bruce to swiftly turn around. He squinted his eyes through the darkness and spotted the large figure in the shadows, making the doctor’s heart rate zoom back up. The man had a monstrous figure, and wore what appeared to be a strange mask of some sort over his mouth. Bruce wasn’t ever up to date on Gotham’s criminals, because he was more focused on his lab work. The large man appeared to know who he was, making Banner reveal a confused and worried look. Bane’s threats were dually noted, but he wasn’t going to let him hurt this woman. He quickly stood in front of Dinah, facing Bane. “You won’t harm a single string of hair on her head, whoever you are!” he roared, now feeling the anger enshrouding the fear flowing through his veins.

Bane definitely had wits, and in a way he was right about the Hulk being brought out to play in such an enclosed environment. He shrugged the anger off, knowing very well that he didn't want to do the unthinkable. Bruce glanced behind him to make sure the jar was still in tact. He turned back to Bane, now glaring. He feared the man before him, knowing very well that he was no match for the monster of a man. What were enlarged muscles compared to bone?

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[Dinah "Black Canary" Lance]

DINAH LANCE BLACK CANARY

Dinah's blue eyes had found themselves glued on the wall. The place of wall behind Jonathan but several feet higher. There was nothing there, nothing at all. Her teeth held her left cheek clenched within them as she attempted to keep her composure. Scarecrow and The Hulk. The Hulk would rip everything apart, she was there that day in New York when she assisted Wonder Woman. This was no good, no good at all. She could use her Canary Cry to get out of dodge, pray she moves quick enough to avoid luring Hulk straight towards her. She listened to Crane speak, only then bringing her attention to him once more.

She glowered at him, not wanting to risk being sprayed with fear toxin just so she could jam the hat in his smug face. Even punching him in nose would have been a great stress relief. But she resisted the taunt, the lure of bring himself closer. She knew what ace was up his sleeve. Dinah had been successful in avoiding the fear toxin thus far, she wouldn't like to ruin her streak. In Gotham not being touched by that was like being a virgin- chances were slim. She pursed her lips and canted her head to the right, about to deliver a reply when she stopped at the sound of the emerging voice behind her and Banner.

If she had been glaring daggers before she was glaring death at Crane. His friend. His business partner was Bane. What else did this tie the Scarecrow into? She didn't turn, she thought it unwise to keep Johnny boy out of her sights. At least there was a soft spot for her in Bane. The time at the temple was more than enough to prove that. She tightened her jaw as he had exposed her real identity to both Jonathan and Bruce. Her mask was pointless though it remained as a symbol of strength; this was her mother's mask. Her head came down as she looked at the man made of muscles from the corner of her eyes. She didn't trust having him behind her either.

"Wouldn't want to make you do anything you don't want to," She spoke lightly though Bane's reply of doing what he must caused her shoulders to flatten slightly.

Dinah found herself moving quicker than Flash at the moment. At the outburst of Bruce, Dinah moved so that her back faced a wall that wasn't in front of either villains. Crane on her left, Bane on her right. Dinah had her gloved hands raised in surrender towards the angry one. "They aren't going to do a thing..." She started before she stopped, face scrunched. "Wait, do you really think I can't defend myself? I don't know what the girls are like in your universe but.. Now isn't the time." She said as blue eyes looked back and forth at the evil doers before she cleared her throat. Well, it was just a little insulting that someone thought Canary wasn't able to take down either. Crane would be easy while Bane was a challenge.

"Let's just let these two walk out and everything will be fine." She spoke cautiously, not knowing what it took to release the Green Monster. She'd do everything she could if it wasn't already too late.

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